Nobody Makes Me Bleed My Own Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

seemed to vibrate directly out of the bleeding ink, filling the ancient hall with the ugly, desperate venom of a cornered beast. "He is an infection on this earth," Maeve murmured, her voice losing its usual gentle, maternal warmth. She stepped forward, her weathered hands hovering over the vellum where Malakai’s furious, mud-soaked shadow was still pacing and screaming into the rain. "He has no respect for the sacred borders, no respect for the blood of his brother, and certainly no respect for the peace of this glen."

He clawed at the scroll, tearing it to shreds, like destroying the paper would undo the truth. "Why impossible?" I watched him drown. Then I crushed the last bubble of hope he had left. "You locked your own daughter in a hospital bed to save another man's bastard. You forced me to sign a Blood Pact that would've killed her." "Liam Blackwood. You're really something." "AAAAHHHH!" The scream that tore out of him wasn't human anymore. It was raw, animal— soaked in regret and madness. His body began to convulse. Bones cracked. Snapped. Reformed.

Then, quieter, rawer. “I want them to see what I’m willing to bleed for.”

The pain is unbearable but I continue to tighten my fists and when I lift them up, blood is oozing out of the deep crescents formed by my nails. This year there's nothing I've been wanting more than to die everytime something bad happened and death itself has been close by. Too close. Honestly I swear, Blake is like a pill. But instead of making me better, he keeps makes me ill. I guess the universe gave me a wrong prescription then.

I press the gauze to the palm of the little girl in front of me, faking a wince as I pretend empathy for her frailty. Memories of the copper tang of my mother’s wounds, the iridescent shimmer of the clotting gel that webbed over her open skin. The way it looked less like congealing blood and more like the iridescent streak of a rainbow in an oil slick. It makes doing my job a bit harder, the constant pretending to care about people who could care less about me. The constant memories the sight of their blood brings. It’s too much.

‘Don't want you in my bloodline, yuh’ ‘Just wanna have a good time, yuh’ ‘Ain't no need to apologize, no’ ‘But you gon' have to let this shit go’... ‘Yeah, take it or leave it, you gotta take it or leave it, like uh’ Blame Ariana and her ridiculously pretty voice, lyrics and beats, but I couldn't stop singing this since yesterday. I had a cold bath, washed my hair and then I stepped out of the bathroom, with only a small towel in hand. One I used to clean my dripping wet hair.

🎶 so I peel my skin, and I count my sins, and I close my eyes, and I take it in. I'm bleeding out, I bleed out for you 🎶 BLEEDING OUT- IMAGINE DRAGONS. Another morning and I'm still finding it difficult to get out of bed. This nausea and fever is really getting to me. Tossing and turning on the bed, trying to find a comfortable side but all efforts proved futile. To my luck, school was cancelled today.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

"Why? Somethin's wrong?" Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times You and I 'Cause baby now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look at what you've done 'Cause baby now we got bad blood (hey!) Yes. I Should admit it. There is a bad blood between me and him. I want to seek revenge because he made me feel worthless back then... Band-aids don't fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show You live like that, you live with ghosts (ghosts, ghosts)

The only sounds in the room were the slow drip of her blood onto the floor and her racing heart. The tangy smell of her fear became consuming. "Easy. I have no desire to hand you over to your family." "Why?" She rasped. His answering smile was breathtaking. "Because I want you for myself." Her soft snort reverberated off the fractured windows.